The child mocked Ahmao with a sentence and ran away, pulling a face.
Ahmao was fuming with anger, "Damn it, even a little brat dares to ridicule me, a bully." Updates are released by novel·fire.net
Good, Ahmao had a very accurate perception of himself.
He even knew he was a bully.
"The Pearl Cloud Silk really does look beautiful, almost otherworldly indeed," I wondered to myself.
When chatting earlier, I felt that the old man was deluding himself.
But at this moment, even I began to feel that the garment woven from spider silk must be the work of the Immortal Clan.
Upon reaching the Temple of the Five Passages God, compared to the bustle in the streets, this place was much quieter.
Two people clad in black stood at the entrance, faces hidden behind painted masks.
Even without seeing their expressions, one could sense an ominous and unapproachable aura radiating from them.
The source of this ominous aura was the killings they had been involved in, along with the Life-bound Gu on them.
The Five Passages God had no connection with the Gu Seedlings, so why would there be two Gu Raisers standing like door guardians at the entrance of the grand hall?
"You two stand here, I'll go over and take a look," I instructed, before heading over alone.
To my surprise, the two of them pulled out Miao Knives with sheaths from their backs and barred my way, "How audacious! The uninvited may not enter the grand hall."
"Then who may enter? Could it be that I... particularly adore the Five Passes Divine Monarch and wish to go in for a visit?" I said nervously, my face turning pale with fright as I twisted the hem of my clothes, not daring to look directly at the two peoples' faces, "Those people from the temple fair earlier, they were all able to go in and carry out the deity's statues."
The two looked at me as if I was a clown, and burst out laughing in unison, "Don't tell me you're a pregnant woman. It's bad luck to enter temples when expecting. Even we need a missive from Protector Zi Shan to enter."
"Those who carried the statues, each had permission with a written missive, acknowledged by the divine, not as simple as you think."
Was this so-called Protector Zi Shan a subordinate of the Five Passages God?
Or a member of the Ten Thousand Poison Hall?
I was at a loss, my head bowed as my eyes slowly moved, pondering, "That Protector Zi Shan... When might his excellency... have some free time?"
"Too talkative for your own good, blurting out the name of Protector Zi Shan," one of them said, suddenly wary when I mentioned the name of Protector Zi Shan.
The other, however, didn't mind, "What's there to fear? Just a naïve young woman, swollen with child, coming to worship. Big chest... dimwit. Forget it."
Although I was deliberately pretending to be simple-minded, I couldn't help but twitch at the corner of my mouth upon hearing this.
Dear brothers, beware, for complacency may lead to great loss.
Suddenly, an idea struck me, "I know Protector Zi Shan. He wears a purple robe under his gown, adorned with flowing, radiant patterns, featuring auspicious clouds and lotus flowers."
If I'm wrong, I'll just be laughed at.
But I strongly felt my guess was close to the mark. That man dressed in the Youth Preserving Robe, I always felt he held a high position within the Ten Thousand Poison Hall.
That's why, to prevent the Yang Family from getting into trouble, I had Master Yang secretly bury him, concealing the news of this man's death.
Now, hearing the title of Protector Zi Shan, I thought it aligned exceedingly well with that identity.
"You... you really know... Protector Zi Shan?"
The frivolous smiles on their faces vanished, as their expressions turned stern and cold.
I clenched my fist, feeling somewhat conflicted, and then, gritting my teeth, I said, "Whether or not I know Protector Zi Shan, you'll find out soon enough."
A way to easily enter the grand hall had taken shape in my mind.
However, it might put Ahmao in danger, truly going against my original intention of not involving anyone...